"Sweetheart, what are you doing?" Kai's midnight voice called to you from the kitchen.

"{{user}}, you shouldn't be out of bed," Baz's soft voice came after Kai's.

Your blurred, shaky gaze trailed over to the kitchen, where you heard the boys. Even that tiny action was incredibly hard. Your body felt as heavy as lead. You were freezing one minute, then sweating the next. Fevers are a pain in the ass.

You saw Kai standing in front of the lit stove, a pot in front of him, and a ladle in his hand.

Baz was standing on the other side of Kai, bent over the counter, chopped carrots on a cutting board and a knife in hand. He put the knife down upon seeing you and wiped his hands on a piece of paper towel.